“Huh!” exclaimed Dent, looking for a place to sit down. “I guess I don’t want to go.” “And we don’t want you,” spoke Tom in a low voice. There was a toot of the whistle, a puffing of smoke, and the train that was to take our lads to camp, pulled in. The last good-byes were said, Mrs. Fairfield made Tom promise about a dozen things that he would be careful about, and gave him so many injunctions that he forgot half of them. Mr. Fairfield shook his son’s hand, and those of his chums, and there was a trace of moisture in the eyes of father and son as they said farewell. “Be careful, Tom,” said his father. “Don’t be tempted too much by the fortune in the old mill.” “I won’t dad, but--er--that is, I think I’ll have a try for it--wild man or not.” “Well, I supposed you would, after you heard the story. But don’t worry your mother.” “I won’t. Good-bye!” “All aboard!” called the conductor, and the boys hurried into the car. They waved their hands out of the windows and, a moment later, the train pulled out. Tom had a last glimpse of his mother with her handkerchief to her eyes, and he felt a lump coming into his throat. “Oh, here, this won’t do!” he exclaimed half aloud. “I must send her a postal from the first post office, to cheer her up,” and he carried out that intention. As the cars clicked along the rails, Jack, who had been looking into the coach just ahead of the one in which he and his chums were riding, uttered an exclamation. “What’s the matter--forget something?” asked Tom. “No, but I just saw someone I know.” “Oh, if that’s the case, go ahead up and talk to her,” laughed Bert. “He’s the greatest chap for girls I ever saw,” he confided to Tom. “He’ll spot a pretty girl anywhere. And he knows so many of ’em.” “This isn’t a girl,” said Jack in a low voice. “No? Who is it then?” asked Tom, curiously. “It’s our old enemy, Sam Heller; and Nick Johnson is with him!” CHAPTER V LAUNCHING THE BOAT For a moment Tom did not answer, but stared at Jack as if he could not believe what his chum said. Then our hero asked: “Are you sure?” “Of course I am. Take a look for yourself,” and Jack moved over so that Tom could have a glimpse into the other car. “It’s those chaps, sure enough,” spoke Tom. “This is a great go! Sam Heller and that nuisance Nick Johnson on the same train with us, and the prospect of meeting Professor Skeel when we get to camp. I don’t like this!” “Neither do I,” agreed Bert. “But we can’t help it.” “Do you think those two fellows are going to meet that mean professor you spoke of?” asked Dick. “I hardly imagine so,” answered Jack. “Mr. Skeel wasn’t any too friendly with even Sam Heller, though Sam was more in his class than the rest of us. No, I guess it’s just a coincidence, that Sam and his crony are on this train. But I’d like to know where they got on, and where they’re going.”